Luyện nghe bài hát On My Birthday

Ay who celebratin a
A one two, a one two
Countin
Not bad for a nigga the mud
I'm a pretty rich

On my birthday looking like I hit the
Free money, free my dawgs out the know
God is and the paper straight
If you ain't a real nigga let me demonstrate

On my birthday looking I hit the lotto
Free money, free my out the yall know
God is great and the paper
If you seen a real nigga let me demonstrate

Troy Ave the wave, all niggas shores
styles, flows all across the board
Why I find friends like me Lord?
love, loyal like a dog
I got a roof on a few Vs
I got no loot, spent it on a few keys
Real dealers know worth more than cash
for Coke, 400 bagged
Traffic out of for the bigger flip
In a town buyin bigger clips
down on niggas with a fuckin 30
Make sure they feel it, ya fuckin me
Blowin on these (ballies?), headin out the
I leave baby ask me what you tryna know
My thing is dough, favourite word is "no"
Favourite white, it represent the blow

On my birthday lookin I hit the lotto
Free money, my dawgs out the yall know
God is great and the paper
If you ain't a real nigga let me demonstrate

On my birthday like I hit the lotto
Free money, free my out the yall know
God is great and the straight
If you ain't seen a real nigga let me

Dope Boy Troy a gun clapper
ask me bout no bum rappers
I listen to my heart and my intuition
I'm only hearin shit, I ain't on no fiction
Getting like ya boy gofer
Then I drive em so I'm wearin loafers
My newest boo to wear a lot of Fendi
She like the Grand Marnier that I mix Henny
match the ass she for real thick
Hoppin out my whip, hoppin on my
for me baby, ride til you cum
Don't stop when you tired, stop I'm done
Versace sweatsuit on me it's
I ain't though, I'm finessin boy
Fuckin with some gangsta shit the way
All about the money my song say

On my birthday looking I hit the lotto
Free money, free my dawgs out the know
God is and the paper straight
If you seen a real nigga let me demonstrate

On my birthday looking I hit the lotto
money, free my dawgs out the yall know
God is and the paper straight
If you ain't seen a real let me demonstrate

Big bread and the big heart in my
My pop gone now I'm like Russell West
Guarantee I'm scorin, young ballin
You'll hear it one of these mornings
And no real niggas mournin
Let one see me even when I'm tourin
Ain't the first time, I through it often
Immersed in the shine, still coffins
Ave...